Date: Mon, 28 Feb 2000 09:14:22 -0800 (PST) From: WIP MAN Subject: Bad Boy B-Rok "Well, what the hell are you laughing at?" Brian couldn't help but smile at what appeared to be me laughing at nothing. "I don't know. It just struck me as funny that I was standing on top of a table that was almost as tall as me that was about to break before I could get off, and I had my dick out and strangers were feeling on my ass." I explained and slowly quit laughing. Brian just looked at me like I was crazy, but still kept his smile. "It's funny if you think about it." I sighed. "You are just too odd for your own good." "Ah, I try." I replied just as Bob came strolling back up. "So, did you get your shot?" "Perfect!" Bob looked so happy he could cry. "Good. Now I won't have to do that ever again." I laughed. "We're going to do Chris, Aaron and Brad's scenes now." Bob stated as he looked at his watch. "It's four o'clock now. Why don't you just go home for the day? You've earned it." "I should say so!" I teased. "Well, don't get too cocky--no pun intended." Bob smiled. "Funny." "We'll need you in at five tomorrow morning." He replied. "Aight. Well I'm out of here until then." I quickly grabbed Brian's arm and dragged him off set, wanting to get far away before Bob changed his mind. (Part Four) "What do you think of this one?" I pulled a shirt off the rack and held it up for Brian. "That one is ugly." Brian stated bluntly as he searched the rack over from mine. "No, tell me what you really think about it." I teased him as I stuffed the shirt back on the rack. "Those people are driving me crazy." Brian explained as he motioned to the doors behind him where a pack of fans had gathered and had screamed and hollered at us for the past half hour while we shopped. After we left the studio lot, Brian and I took a tax down to Rodeo for some shopping. The manager of the store locked the doors for us so we could shop privately when we promised to make substantial purchases. I guess word had gotten out quick that Matt Thompson and Brian Littrell were seen on Rodeo Drive, 'cause the crowd outside the door stacked up quick. I turned to look at the crowd from where I was standing, making the screaming more intense. Brian cringed and got a look on his face like he was ready to snap. I walked over to him and began looking for clothes with him. He seemed to not even notice that I was standing right next to him. "Brian, it's just another pack of fans. You've had to deal with this before." I smiled at him as I pulled a shirt I liked off the rack and draped it over my arm. "I know. I just wanted us to have a moment alone for once today." Brian tried to smile for me. "Well listen boy. If we don't start trying and buying shit soon, they're going to feed us to that pack of fans." I elbowed him in the ribs. "Now pick out some stuff you like, my treat." "Ooooh, then I like this and this and this." Brian teased as he pointed at shirt after shirt. "What, no pants to go with 'em?" I laughed. "I haven't even started. If you're going to pay, I'm getting something off every rack." Brian giggled. "You do that." I smiled. "I'm going to go try this shirt on." Brian discreetly reached over and squeezed my ass as I walked away, making me turn to smile at him evily. I walked over to the row of dressing stalls that were lined up against the wall and went into the one in the middle of the row. I hung the shirt up on the hook on the back of the door and slowly slid my shirt off over my head. Right when my shirt was up around my head, I heard someone whisper my name. "Matt..." It was almost inaudible, but I could clearly make out my name. I slowly slid my shirt off the rest of the way and held onto it as I stood still, listening as hard as I could. I dropped my shirt on the seat and I was about to forget the whole thing when I heard it again. "Matt..." All of the sudden I got a very eerie feeling. I felt like someone was watching me. I looked all around me and up towards the ceiling, looking for where the voice was coming from. There was an opening a towards the top of the stall on either side, leading to the ones to the left and the right of me about three feet from bottom to top. "Matt...Thompson.." That was enough for me, I reached down quickly and grabbed my shirt off the seat and began to hurriedly put it back on. "Matt Thompson, you're on candid camera. Say 'hi' to the family back home." I looked up to see Brian hoist himself up on the wall to my left and look down at me from the other stall. "You ass!" I screeched, almost laughing. "Shhhhhhh!" Brian brought his finger to his lips. "You're such an asshole sometimes." I whispered this time. "Yeah, well you love me anyway." Brian teased in a whisper. I just shook my head with a laugh and pulled my shirt back off and tossed it back on the seat. "Oooh, baby." Brian looked down at me evily. "What?" I smiled up at him. "You know, I think you've gotten more buff now that you started dancing for this movie." Brian reached down from his perch and reached for my chest. I back up against the opposite wall, teasing him. "Behave yourself." I scolded him with a smile on my face. "But I don't want to be good." Brian laughed. "Tough shit." I grabbed the shirt I had brought in off the hanger. I slowly slid it on as Brian watched from his place on top of the dividing wall. As soon as I had the shirt on and looking pretty, I looked up at Brian. "Whatcha think, sexilicious?" I smiled. "Sexy. Ofcourse you're sexy no matter what you wear." He replied. "Yeah, that's true." I teased as I looked in the mirror, faking egotism. "Very." "Alright, I'll buy this one." I replied, then quickly stripped the shirt off and put on the one I had worn in. "Did you find anything." "Tons." Brian replied. "Well are you going to try them on?" I asked. "Hold on." Brian stated, then got off the wall. I began to put the shirt I was going to buy back on the hanger. I hoped that they wouldn't take the hangers off. I was staying in a hotel room and didn't have enough of them. Just as the thought of asking if I could buy the hangers entered my mind, it started raining clothes. Brian was chunking arm fulls of clothes over the wall at me. I just looked up, stupified as the clothes came tumbling down. Finally, he stopped tossing them over and got back up on the wall. "What the hell are you doing?" I laughed up at him. "Hold on." He stated quickly and hoisted himself over the wall and down into my stall. "This is like from the Bible. And Brian said 'let there be clothes'. And there were clothes. And Matt saw that it was tacky." I laughed as he slid down my side of the wall. "It's more like Leviticus than Genesis." Brian leaned over and kissed me gently on the lips. "That's the chapter with Sodom and Gomorra, right?" I laughed. "Exactly." Brian winked. "You do realize we're in a dressing room in a nice store on Rodeo Drive, right?" I laughed as he pulled away. "So? A friend can't get dressed in front of a friend?" He smiled. "Well, I guess so." I looked towards the door, expecting the Beverly Hills PD to come busting through any second. "Besides, I might need help." Brian looked at me evily, then bent down to pick up a pair of khaki pants. "Is that so?" "Yep." Brian handed me the pair of pants. I looked Brian in the eye for a minute, then set the pants on the set behind me. I reached for the front of his pants and slowly unbuttoned them, still looking him in the eye. Brian just stared at me intently as I unzipped his jeans and opened the flaps of them. I began to slowly slide the jeans down over his hips and legs, moving my body down as I slid them down. When I got them rolled to his ankles, he lifted a leg at a time to let me remove them. Then I looked up at him. "Um, Brian?" "Yes, baby?" He stared down at me with love in his eyes. "Why aren't you wearing any underwear?" I asked, looking up to see his semi-hard cock staring at me. "They're in my stall." Brian stuck his tongue in his cheek as he replied, a huge smile gracing his lips. "You are so bad." I stood up to face him. Brian pulled me towards him and kissed me roughly on the lips. "And you're hot." Brian stated as he pulled away, his cock poking into my thigh. "I know." I teased. "Don't you think he needs a kiss, too?" Brian pointed down as he looked me in the eyes with a mischievous smile. "I'd love to..." I stared down at his erection. "But I really don't think I can do that without you moaning loud enough for the people outside to know I'm in here sucking your dick." "I'll be quiet, I promise." Brian begged like a little kid. I looked up and down and around the stall, making sure there was no way anyone would know what we were doing. Brian grabbed my head and pulled me towards him, shoving his tongue in my mouth. "Will you do something for me?" I asked with a grin as I pulled away. "Anything, baby." Brian sighed lowly as his hard cock brushed up against my thigh, full hard. "You have to foot the bill." I grinned. "Done." Brian didn't hesitate. "Oh, that's not it, but that's it for NOW." I replied and slowly sunk to my knees. Brian stared down at me as I slowly leaned forward and kissed the very tip of his dick, which was already leaking precum. I smiled up at him as I stuck my tongue out and lapped up the precum that had formed at the tip. Brian grit his teeth, and reached out, bracing himself against either wall with his hands. "You gonna be okay?" I smiled up at him as I wrapped my hand around his cock, beginning to stroke it. "Yessssss." Brian hissed out almost breathlessly. I smiled to myself and slowly ease my mouth down on his cock, taking him in inch by inch until I felt his balls hit my chin. Brian move his hips slightly, but still held onto the walls to keep from getting weak knees and falling down. I looked up at Brian as I kept his cock buried deep in my throat. He was staring down at me with a mixed look of pleasure and pain on his face. I knew it must have been hard for him to keep from moaning and screaming at the top of his lungs. I quickly began to bob my head on his cock, sliding all the way up to his head, then back down until my nose was deep in his pubes, wanting to finish him off and relieve him. After a couple minutes of my bobbing, Brian began to move his hips quickly. I looked up to see him biting his lip to keep from getting noisy. I smiled up at him, my mouth full of his cock, and slid up until just the head of his cock was in my mouth. I grabbed his cock and jacked him off furiously into my mouth as I looked up at him. Brian mouthed the words "I love you" as he shot into my mouth, taking me by surprise. I swallowed quickly, trying not to miss a single drop. Brian began thrusting again into my mouth as the last of his cum oozed out of the tip of his cock and landed on my tongue. I swallowed the last mouthful, then pull off of his cock. I smiled up at him and kissed the tip of his cock before rising to my feet again. "Jesus, I love you." Brian pulled me in to kiss him. "My name's not Jesus, but I love you, too." I laughed quietly as I rolled my tongue into his mouth, letting him taste his leftover cum. As I pulled away from him, my cell phone went off, ringing in my butt pocket. I motioned for Brian to gather up the clothes and get back into his own stall. He smiled at me and began to pull his pants back on. "Hello, this is Matt." I raised the antena, pushed 'send' and spoke pleasantly into the phone. "Matt, this is Barb. Where you been?" "Minding my bidness. What about you?" I laughed. "Very funny. Hey, I need you to do me a favor." She spoke quickly. "You're the agent, I'm the actor. Aren't you supposed to do ME favors?" I teased. "This is a favor for you to do me as a friend." She sighed with a laugh. "Sure babes, what's up?" I asked. "Can you come house sit for me? I need to go to London for a week." "London? Why didn't you invite moi?" I teased. "It's for conferences and to check out runway models. Nothing you'd care about." She laughed at my joke. "Sure. When do you leave?" "Well I have to be on my plane in two hours. Can you get over here by then?" She asked, pretty much desperate. "Um, yeah, I'm just on Rodeo. Let me pay for some clothes and fight through a mob of fans and I'll be there." I replied. "Thanks sweetie. I owe you." "Yeah, you've been saying that forever. When ya' gonna pay up?" I laughed. "Yeah yeah." She giggled. "See ya' in a bit." "Bye." I put my phone back in my pocket and looked at Brian who was frantically throwing clothes back over into his stall. "You catch that?" "Yeah. But what's the favor?" "She wants us to housesit. You know what that means." I looked at him. "Free room and board! WOO HOO!" Brian laughed. "Exactly." Let's just buy this stuff and head out. We have to be there really soon." I stated and helped him toss clothes over into his stall. "Um, Matt?" "What baby?" "Look." Brian pointed down at my pants. I looked in the mirror on the door and saw a very noticeable precum stain left by him when he had brushed up against my leg. I felt like screaming in terror. "Goddamnit." I couldn't help but laugh slightly. "Do you think they'll notice?" Brian questioned about the store clerks and fans waiting outside. "What do YOU think?" I eyeballed him. "Here." He picked up the pair of khakis I was supposed to put on him before our little 'xxx play time'. "Oh yeah, right!" I laughed. "What?" Brian was confused. "Has it escaped your attention that I'm like four inches taller than you? I'll look like Erkel in those things." "Well you'll look like you just sucked my dick in those things." Brian whispered lowly. "Good point. Give 'em to me." I smiled and took the pants. I quickly took off my pants and put on the new ones. They couldn't have looked more nerdy on me than if I WAS Erkel. "Look at this!" I laughed and pointed at the mirror. "Um, um, um." Brian looked around frantically for a solution. "What?" "Here." Brian grabbed a hanger and the leg of the pants. "What are you doing?" I was completely confused. "Hold on." Brian took the hanger and jabbed it through the side of the pants, putting a small hole in them just big enough to fit his fingers into. He slowly and carefully ripped around the leg. He quickly moved over to my other leg and did the same. "Shorts!" Brian beamed at his genius. "That's great baby. I'm sure that they'll be glad we ripped up a pair of their pants." I teased. "We're going to buy them, so they won't care." Brian replied. "Okay, come on, let's go." I smiled. Brian hopped up and hoisted himself over the wall and back into his own changing room. I grabbed up the pants I had worn into the store, the shirt I planned to buy and the leftover material from my new "shorts". I walked out of the stall and towards the cash register at the back of the store. I handed the lady the shirt quickly while I clutched my own pants to my chest, not wanting anyone to see the stain. "Is this all?" She smiled pleasantly. "No, he's gonna buy all that." I pointed at Brian as he came out of his own stall, a mound of clothes in his arms. "Okay." Her eyes got wide as Brian tried to pile all the clothes on the counter. "Oh, and these." I ripped the tag of the pants I was wearing for her to ring up. Brian smiled nervously at me as the woman began to ring up the clothes, fold them and fill bags with the help of another sales lady. It seemed to take forever for her to ring everything up, but finally all the bags were laid in front of us. Brian brought out his credit card and quickly paid for everything as I turned around and surveyed the crowd waiting outside. It had thinned a bit, but there were still quite a few people waiting for us to come out. As soon as Brian has signed the charge slip, we gathered up the bags and thanked the sales people before walking towards the doors. The crowd began to cheer as they saw us walking towards them. I really didn't feel like trying to push my way through a crowd or sign authographs with my arms full of shopping bags, but I knew I had to. "You ready to do this?" Brian sighed as we approached the doors. "Let's do it." I laughed as the manager unlocked the doors. (Part Five) "It's about time you showed up." Barb chastised me as Brian and I walked in the front door. "I'm sorry, but we had to sign some autographs." I explain with a sigh. "It took you an hour and a half?" Barb said with a tone of disbelief. "Well some guy in the crowd kept pulling on him and begging for him to autograph everything. He just wouldn't leave Matt alone." Brian looked at Barb seriously. "Really?" Barb looked back at Brian like she'd seen a ghost. "Yeah." Brian stared at her. They continued to look at each other for a few minutes, completely unaware that I was still in the room. "What are you guys doing?!?!" I laughed and waved my hand between them, trying to get their attention. "Sorry." Barb shook her head. "Well, I have got to get to the airport." "Alright. Anything special we need to do?" I asked as she grabbed her suitcase that was by the door. "Not really. Feed the plants, don't feed the plants. Let them die, I don't care." She laughed and walked out the door. Brian and I walked to the door and waved goodbye to her as she hopped in her car. As she was pulling out of the drive, my cell rang again and I went into the house to answer it as Brian continued to wave. "Hello?" I asked quickly as I spoke into the phone. "Is this Matt Thompson?" A male voice asked from the other end. "Yes. Who's this?" I asked pleasantly. Then I heard a click. Then there was nothing. "Hello?" I asked patiently. There was still no asnwer. I sighed and turned the phone off and threw it on the couch as I sat down. "Who was it?" Brian asked as he closed the door and came over to plop down beside me. "Wrong number, I guess." I smiled and laid back, completely exhausted. To Be Continued... Well that's it for now. Just so you know, I'm making a move soon, so the next section won't be out for maybe two or three weeks. So, show me love and not ask me daily when the next section will be out. Usually here I'd thank friends, fans, loved ones, all that stuff. Well, I do thank all of you. My friends--the close and not so close. My fans--I think I have the best fans out of all the authors on Nifty. And my loved ones--my friends and fans. I was talking to MindPieces yesterday afternoon and we were talking about doing a follow up to 'Unsent'. And I brought it to his attention that Unsent is almost nine months old now. It amazed us both at how much has happened in that amount of time. Anyway, it got me thinking about all that's happened in the year and a half that I've written Bad Boy B-Rok. There have been loves and losses and friendhips and more losses and happiness and sadness. It's been fun, exciting, enligthening, stifling, terrible, awful, but in the end it's been amazing. It's been everything. So I was thinking about how I would convey what's been going on viscerally with me over the last little while. And I came across one of my favorite songs and thought I'd share it with you. I figured it would be a way to show a little bit of the soft under-belly and vulnerable side I have that only my really close friends get to see. It's not often with this story that I get very serious, but I just wanted to connect with you fans and readers alike. Not really a joke, but how often do you get a chance to do that? Here's the song. It's called 'Would Not Come': if I make a lot of tinsel then people will want to if I am hardened no fear of further abandonment if I am famous then maybe i'll feel good in this skin if I am cultured my words will somehow garner respect i would throw a party still it would not come i would bike run swim and still it would not come i'd go traveling and still it would not come I would starve myself and still it would not come if I am masculine I will be taken more seriously if I take a break it would make me irresponsible if i'm elusive I will surely be sought after often if I need assistance then I must be incapable i'd be filthy rich and still it would not come I would seduce them and still it would not come I would drink vodka and still it would not come i'd have an orgasm and still it wouldn't come if I accumulate knowledge i'll be impenetrable if I am aloof no one will know when they strike a nerve if I keep my mouth shut the boat will not have to be rocked if I am vulnerable I will be trampled upon i would go shopping and still it would not come i'd leave the country and still it would not come i would scream and rebel still it would not come i would stuff my face and still it would not come i'd be productive and still it would not come i'd be celebrated still it would not come i'd the the hero and still it would not come i'd renunciate and still it would not come Hope that makes some sense. Again, thank you muchly to everyone and anyone that I've been friends or in correspondence with over the last year and a half. It's been a great experience. All of you take care of yourselves and each other. From the bottom of my heart--I love you. Lep.